Worst Creepypastas の小説・ストーリー

It sounded as though they were coming straight at him but luckily for him the cause of the snarling sounds were stopped by a strong massive iron bars on both side just as the hands of the snares stretches out to him with their eyes glowing red and their bodies darkened-rotten. “What are this?!” Node asked just as Peirce looked at his sides in awe. “I know a little knowledge about them. They’re called creepers, strange yet common beings infesting the Nymphs Kingdom as we speak, but this is weird, what are they doing in this part of the region?... Hmmm. Frankenstein with his ambition.” “Now do you still believe her? She’s luring us to a trap, maybe a push-button somewhere will do in opening up

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

hunchbacked brother of the old woman. deaf from birth and with a grim appearance, he lived in the dark and smelly basement of the house, with spiders, rats and vampire bats. As time passed, Miss Parker was indifferent to her neighbor; but nevertheless, from a few days to now, she noticed him uneasy. "He must be crazier than ever," said Miss Parker to herself. Doctor Pierre examined the newspapers and after giving a formal farewell greeting, he went inside the house. A dark shadow hidden behind a rickety window in the Parker house, watched the doctor's movements with interest. After sitting in the soft chair of his library, the Grand Master, he began to read the newspaper headlines. A timid

Chapter 88 Cristiano Every day, Annalisa and I found a way to make it memorable. Tonight was no different. “Okay, be honest—what’s the worst food you’ve ever eaten?” Annalisa’s nose scrunched up as she twirled her pasta with her fork. “Easy. That weird octopus thing you made me try that one time. I'm speaking of two days ago! It tasted like shitty rubber and regret.” I smirked, leaning back in my seat. “Excuse me, but that was a high-class delicacy.”

The campsite suddenly filled with a repugnant smell, like rotting flesh. Nathan leaped forward just as the creatures burst from the shadows. They were tall and bulky, twice the height of Nathan, with dangling arms, wide hands, thin bony fingers, vicious claws, and protruded fangs shining with poison. It was like seeing a vampire experience death over and over again, unwilling to die. I stared in horror, a blood lust and anger evident in their faces. I lost my balance, collapsing in panic. Everything became a bur. Junto was flung aside by one of the beast's pale hands. Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap.

Then, with a clap of her hands, someone pushed the door open and walked inside. The moment I saw Nolan Pembroke, my blood ran cold. He was the man my adoptive parents had once sold me to, and the bastard had tried to force himself on me despite knowing I was still underage. In the end, I barely escaped with my life after smashing his head. "This is Phee's lover," Helena continued. "Everyone in their village knows that they're a couple, but Phee never told you anything." "You're lying!" I lunged forward as if I were a cat whose tail had just been stepped on and slapped her across the face.

She’d been at camp for years and knew everyone. She told me about Mario and how he’d won his first classic car in a poker game with a goblin. He’d been a chef in a major city and while she didn’t know exactly why he’d gone feral, she was pretty sure the goblin mafia was involved. “I didn’t even know there was a goblin mafia,” I admitted. “There’s a seedy underworld for every species,” she said. “But out of all of them, the vampires are by far the worst. Nobody crosses them.”

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Frederico dragged Alistair to the prisons down, below the house where Vincent had spent a month and he threw him into one of the claustrophobic rooms. "Die." he spat before he slammed and locked the iron door shut. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Victor watched with disgust or was it amusement? As Charlene gobbled down bite after bite of Italian pasta. It was just their blessing that the restaurant served not just junk and smoothies but food. And what else disgusted him or amused him as he watched her eat, so unladylikely; sitting beside him on the table for two instead of opposite him, in the small restaurants; with about 12 other tables; that smelt of coffee, tomato and grease; was the perpetual smile on he

Whatever. He hated Havermouth. Its human population seemed drugged into sedation, or to have been transplanted from some weird sci-fi movie about perfect retro suburbia, with mums in pastels, aprons and high heels who baked cookies and curled their hair at night. And the werewolves… F-k they were cliquey and seemed to come in only two brands – picture perfect or wanting to be.